Theodorus Leontios was raised by the streets. His parents died when he was two years old and since then he was traveling with an old magician named Agape. The two fellows roamed in search of an ancient treasure but they couldn't find it. One day they came to a small village called Tregaron. They went to a tavern where they ate and slept well. The next day when they left the innkeeper told them a legend about a special pearl that gives good luck to it's owner.

Theodorus and Agape immediately went to search the pearl. They followed the instructions the innkeeper gave them, until they finally saw a wild forest. In the forest they found a pond but it was covered with ice. Agape raised his hands, mumbled a few words and the ice melted. They found the pearl and continued to roam searching after the treasure. One day, Agape told Theodorus that he is going to die. But before the great magician passed away he gave Theodorus his pearl and told him to continue to search the treasure.

One year later he came to a town called Kilerth. He went to a small tavern where he ate and slept. One day, an old lady told him that she knew Agape and she gave Theodorus a small key. She told him that it's the key to the treasure and then she left. A week later the Romans attacked the town and many were killed. In that day Theodorus understood that the treasure was
compassion and love...

The bodies of the Royal Guard littered the palace - they had fought bravely and died badly. The Sultan's body lay broken and bloody on the throne, his lifeless eyes staring out of the window at his burning city. His eight-year old son stepped carefully across the blood-drenched carpets, clutching the lamp tightly in one hand, and rolling the bloated corpse of his father from the throne with the other. When he spoke, his voice only trembled a little, and echoed against the empty marble chamber.

.. Years later he still remembered that night as clearly as if it had happened just a day before. Spirts of flame, dancing over the roofs, horrifying screams of people, blocked in their houses by the fire, huge plumes of smoke billowing into the dark sky. And him, the 8-year-old boy, who just found the greatest treasure that changed his life forever, and that treasure he found was a sacred sword of a very high paladin.... and then HE SOLD IT, yeah he did, but he got a lot of gold in return for it and then rebuilt his own city and became king of it... what's the need of being just hero when you can be king of all heroes....